I Made A In-depthishgreek Godly Parent Quiz So Reblog And Tag With Ur Results

i made a in-depthish greek godly parent quiz so reblog and tag with ur results

Don’t Imagine Aaron Minyard

Don’t imagine two year old Aaron Minyard putting himself to bed because Mommy is busy doing shots to reruns on television.

Don’t imagine Aaron at three, being left alone because Tilda didn’t have time to find a babysitter and went so work anyway.

Don’t imagine Aaron trying to climb the shelves in the pantry to get something to eat.

Don’t imagine him falling, spilling stale Cheerios across the floor, and not telling Tilda his wrist hurts because he’s afraid he will get in trouble.

Don’t imagine Tilda having to take Aaron with her on a vacation with her new boyfriend because the sitter wouldn’t watch him until she got paid.

Don’t imagine that boyfriend being annoyed that Aaron dares to exist, to intrude.

Don’t imagine them putting Aaron in the bathroom of a crappy hotel so they can have sex.

Don’t imagine Aaron covering his ears because they don’t try to be quiet, tryin to fight back tears because it’s scary and the tile is cold.

Don’t imagine Tilda yelling at Aaron because he messed everything up. Again.

Don’t imagine that string of boyfriends teasing ten-year-old Aaron, making inappropriate and cruel jokes while Tilda laughs like it’s funny.

“How’s he going to get pussy if he can’t even reach the top shelf?”

He’s ten. He only partly understands the meaning, but he’s somehow ashamed anyway.

Don’t imagine twelve-year-old Aaron coming on vacation again with Tilda when she doesn’t want him there.

Getting called “Andrew” for the first time by a cop he doesn’t know.

Don’t imagine the stinging slaps for “talking to that man” and getting him involved in their business.

Don’t imagine the first time Tilda beats Aaron until he’s begging— until his face bruises and blackens. Not the first time he’s been hit, but the first he can’t get up in the morning because of it.

Don’t imagine hearing that phone call, with his own mother confirming his worst fears; that he was unwanted. That she wished she hadn’t kept either of them if Andrew was going to be punishment for it now.

Don’t imagine that Aaron’s only memories of touch are pinches, scratches and blows.

Don’t imagine Aaron meeting his brother for the first time and being embarrassed by the dark bruises covering his skin like paint.

Don’t imagine Aaron wanting so badly to be loved that he’s willing to open his home to a complete stranger who hardly looks at him.

Don’t imagine him being promised to be protected, for the first time.

Don’t imagine the next day, when Tilda beats him bloody anyway.

Don’t imagine him trying to hide that disappointment, that bitterness.

Don’t imagine the Aaron being called out of study hall by Andrew’s name.

Don’t imagine the way the news rings in his ears— dead. Dead. Gone forever.

Don’t imagine Aaron knowing it was Andrew.

Don’t imagine Aaron fearing what will happen next, all alone in the world save for a brother who he hardly knows— who killed his mom.

Don’t imagine feeling conflicted— being ashamed of the relief he feels walking into the house without Tilda there to throw things if he messes up.

Don’t imagine Aaron choking back tears because he is so hurt and confused and scared.

Don’t imagine that Aaron is only sixteen and everything familiar is gone.

Don’t imagine Aaron Minyard if you’re not going to see these things too.

nobody touch me. nobODY FUCKING TOUCH ME—

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

seulgi; allure

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